In the Gutter
Ok, I’m just going to go ahead and say it.
I have a very hard time admitting when I’m wrong. And, currently, I’m admitting that I’m wrong. Publicly.
Usually, my first response is to make a lame excuse: “The lady at HR wasn’t helpful, so I turned in a W4 that I thought might be right” or “I was too rushed to remember exactly where we parked in long-term parking,” or my personal favorite: “I just didn’t think the donut would make my tummy hurt.” Excuses don’t magically make a bad decision good. I’m just wrong. I need to admit my mistake and apologize. I’m working on it. (Not an excuse—an honest effort!)
So, as detailed in this post, I wanted to install a rain barrel at our house. I took a class with my pal Libby, and I got the barrel ready, all the equipment in tow. My instructions: cut the gutter just above the barrel after putting the barrel on cinder blocks. No problem. I can do this.
Two hack saws, a screw driver and a full hour later, I had completely annihilated our gutter. After sweating and even cutting myself, I realized I had destroyed the metal and the chance that our neighbors would ever think we are normal.
Currently, the rain barrel is clumsily collecting water that has drained from our gutter, but the gutter itself is loosely hanging on a nail somewhere on the corner near the second level. The bottom nail has come completely out of the wall. JD predicts the whole gutter will just fall right off by next winter. He could be right.
So, yes, I should have gotten more advice and info on how to cut off the gutter. Yes, I should have stopped when I realized that this would not be easy and that I did not know what I was doing. I will fix it. I have severely damaged our gutter, and I’m fully to blame.